On a windy day, using my rain coat and two canoe paddles to sail across Whitefish Lake, located in the Sylvania Wilderness,, Goegbic, County Michigan Two weeks of solitude there, in the early Spring, restores my soul. The Pike campsite. No cell phone. No radio. Not another soul in sight. Two portages from Clark Lake, via Glimmer glass Lake and I'm there. I understand what John Muir felt about traveling in the mountains alone. Hoist my food up a rope on a tree branch to keep it safe from black bears. A light snow falls on my old canvas tent. Reading the novel "Rascal" by Sterling North, while inside my warm sleeping bag. Cooking meals over an open fire. Pairs of Loon cry to each other on the lake. Wedge my kerosene lantern in the bow of my canoe for a night paddle around the lake. A fond memory for me.